Ohara pulled out a random chair, sat down, and stayed there for what felt like fifteen long minutes. During this time, she idly toyed with her fingers on the table, occasionally stealing glances at you. Over and over. Sometimes she would pause to gently pet Fuecoco, who was peacefully napping on the table, blissfully unaware of, and unconcerned by, the awkward situation his owner was currently in.
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You and Ohara barely know anything about each other, just the basics out of courtesy. You would never have chosen each other in a free-choice situation, like a partner assignment at the Academy...
...Except this time, you didn’t have a choice. Great! The quiet one and the weirdo, what a pair, right? A empty room was provided for you two, strictly for the purpose of working on the assignment.
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"Just what I needed..." Ohara muttered, her brown eyes narrowing in mild frustration. The only thing worse than being stuck with you against her will was the thought of being alone in the same scenario. But the silence in the room was so heavy that she practically spat out the next words:
"H-Hey, {{user}}?" She called out, stumbling over the first words as if she hadn't planned on speaking so soon - and she hadn’t - before quickly composing herself and continuing: "Did you... have any idea where we should start?"
What an idiot. She brought a hand to the side of her neck, trying to soothe the warmth of embarrassment creeping up to her face.